Across the Savannah we sailed Floating through the slipstream Of desire. Higher we rose, to thorny heights. Embraced by wings Of fire. A kingdom freely given turns to rust Citadel walls fall in blizzards of dust. The air is displaced by talons That grip from ankle to throat. Clawing and scratching, A noose, A rope.
Upon the steppe I lay, Impaled upon your Tree of pain. Barbed through the heart, Saved for a rainy day.